If Only He Wasn't Obnoxious (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

And then the door opened, and you would never believe who opened the door. It’s freaking Justin Bieber, and even though I’m so damn pissed right now… I must say that he is way more attractive in person. Tussled hair, light brown eyes, and perfect pink lips. I feel like yelling “Strip, and let’s take this to the bed room”, but I contained myself. No wonder there was so many people out side with cameras. Is it wrong that I thought those people with cameras were there for me? If it is wrong, I don’t give a damn. Now back to my anger.

I just want him to turn his music down.

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1. Obnoxious music, and a bad hangover

 

Hello freaks, my name is Jade Reed, and I’m a sex addict. Now before you start judging me, and claiming that because I love sex I’m probably an uneducated hoe who only knows how to blow… I thought I would let you know that I keep my nightlife in the sheets where it belongs. Just like all of you other American rejects, I have a job, a family, and annoying pets. I have a cat named pussy, and a dog named jack Daniels. I guess I’ll give you a brief description on myself. Long velvety red hair, emerald green eyes, tanned skin, full lips, curvy, yet I have a petite stature. I’m only 5’3, but I’m fucking proud to be short. I live in down town Los Angeles in a beautiful apartment complex, and yet I don’t have a neighbor. I suppose nobody wants to live next door to me because I tend to make a lot of noise (sexual innuendo). Okay, so maybe it wasn’t an innuendo since I was basically putting my sex life out there. I am very loud in bed… there I said it. Today was a Saturday, which meant I didn’t have to work. For all of you out there who I think I’m a stripper, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m actually a model, but I still attend school to get my masters degree in cooking. If you haven’t already guessed it, I want to be a chef.

 

I groggily got out of bed in nothing but an oversized button down t-shirt. I hadn’t bothered to put on pajamas yesterday because I was too busy with something else. My head throbbed, and it was times like these that made me want to never drink again. I practically dragged myself into the bathroom to attempt at making my appearance more appealing. It’s not that I’m unattractive, but long nights do have a bad affect on me. I took a quick shower, and washed my face. I forgot to bring a towel into the bathroom, but then again I always forget to bring a towel into the bathroom. I shrugged it off and walked out of the bathroom in the nude. It’s not like I have anything to hide. Vagina, boobs, legs, and an ass… sound familiar to you? Yea, that’s because it’s basically every freaking females anatomy.

 

I put on some yoga pants, a pink sports bra, and my black and pink trainers. I don’t usually go on morning runs, but today I just felt like it. Usually when I have a hang over fresh air helps me out, and I could use some time to think. Tying my hair up into a high ponytail, I quietly slip out the front door. I was about to sprint, when I saw a pile of boxes sitting in front of the next-door apartment. Was I actually getting a neighbor? My landlord is a bitch; he makes it his job to always tell people how much of a monster I am. I’m actually really not that bad, maybe this new girl and I will become great friends. I mean surely it’s a girl; this person has way too many boxes to be a boy.  A smirk played on my lips as I thought of all the possibilities. Maybe this girl is pretty. Oh well, I guess I won’t know until I come back from my run.

 

After what seemed like forever (it was really only six blocks), I came crawling back up the stairs of my complex. As I was approaching my floor, I could hear loud obnoxious music playing. What in the actual fuck?

 

Who parties at like freaking 1:00 pm?

 

I’m the type of person who loves to party, but only to a certain extent. As I said before, I leave all the fun for after dark. Plus, the taste in music wasn’t even good. It wasn’t until I reached my door that I discovered it was coming from my new next-door neighbor. I could already find myself not liking this person. I could easily knock on this dumb Asses door and get them to shut the music down, or I could lay low for a while and give this fucker a chance to lower it down their self. I think I’ll go with the second option, but only because things usually get more pumped up once I’ve hit my climax. Mind you, I have the patience the size of an ant… so don’t be surprised if I march over there in about five minutes.

 

 

Two minutes and five seconds later.

 

I cannot take it anymore. So far I’ve learnt that this person has no consideration what so ever, a bad obsession with lame R&B music, and isn’t satisfied with hearing their music at a normal volume. I changed into a pair of short shorts, a cashmere crop top, and some fuzzy sleeping slippers. With a newly found determination, I stomped out side, and stood in front of the door next to mine. Instead of using my fist to knock, I used my foot to kick as loud as I could. Tough times cause for drastic measures. It’s not like they would’ve heard me anyway if I would've knocked like a normal human being.

 

I could hear the music lowering, and boy was I glad. I crossed my arms, and tapped my foot like an angry mom.

 

“Jeez I’m coming,” Said a deep husky voice. That for sure did not sound like a pretty girl.

 

And then the door opened, and you would never believe who opened the door. It’s freaking Justin Bieber, and even though I’m so damn pissed right now… I must say that he is way more attractive in person. Tussled hair, light brown eyes, and perfect pink lips. I feel like yelling “Strip, and let’s take this to the bed room”, but I contained myself. No wonder there was so many people out side with cameras. Is it wrong that I thought those people with cameras were there for me? If it is wrong, I don’t give a damn. Now back to my anger.

 

“Listen here jack ass, I am recovering from a massive hang over, and your whiny little music is not helping at all?” I yelled. “Are you incapable of maybe plugging in some freaking head phones, or maybe listening to your music like a normal person would?” I wasn’t done. “If you are. Please I’d be more than willing to go into your apartment myself, and throw that shit out of the window!”

 

I was short of breath, and I’m pretty sure that I looked like a mad woman right now. I don’t really give a shit. When I looked back up to face his front door, I saw a wide grin on his lips.

 

“Why the hell are you smiling ass hat?” I growled.

 

“It’s funny how much anger one tiny little girl could have bottled up inside of her,” His laugh echoed through my ears, and not in a good way.

 

 

“I’m not that small” I defended.

 

“You’re smaller than me” He chuckled. “And maybe it would be better if you came into my apartment, I actually wouldn’t mind that” He winked. I wouldn’t mind that either… No Jade you cannot fall into his trap.

 

“Just keep the music down so I can take a nap,” I snapped.

 

“Sure thing sexy” His smirk was infectious, and I couldn't help but to smirk also.

 

“Bye Bieber” I waved, and hurried into my apartment.

 

If only he didn’t put his music so loud, we would probably be good friends.

 

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